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agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
e pane del breaketh non di più
diami la fame
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
qui si trova una signora la più bella
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
sia paziente, vita, quando l'amore è al cancello
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
felicità
moonlight profondo e tenero
morbidamente piangendo
senza sosta
che cosa era esso i motori detti

 



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